She was my homegirl I loved her but only as a friend
She tru her life away when that barrel came to an end
Every day they said mean cruel things till the point where drugs were her only options she dreamed of growing wings,
She sreamed she cried she tried to comment suicide till that trying became a reality this was never ment to be,
Suddenly her death is a mystery everyone thought she was joyful an happy
Her mother cried out to me, We couldnt let her sisters see
Her room was her vessel that kept her from the lies an hid all of the truth
When i found out i couldn't even cry i couldn't even speak just the fact of knowin that my best friend was WEAK! ! ! ! !
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